I love cloudy days.
Everyone is inside, safe, while I am outside, walking.
The wind violent and loud.
People hide away, and the world belongs to only a few people for a moment.
Cloudy days are like the night.
The people sleep, and the world outside
twists and contorts
and is reborn a new world.
There are barely any humans left.
It’s silent, it feels dangerous.
Forbidden.
I like cloudy days.
I like the night.
When the world dies, and is reborn a new,
I am able to love myself. I am able to be myself in peace.
My true nature is released.
Change takes place.
I learn more, I grow faster.
I think I am a nocturnal being.
I think I was meant to live in the wind.
Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 3:07 PM UTC
I love cloudy days.
Everyone is inside, safe, while I am outside, walking.
The wind violent and loud.
People hide away, and the world belongs to only a few people for a moment.
Cloudy days are like the night.
The people sleep, and the world outside
twists and contorts
and is reborn a new world.
There are barely any humans left.
It’s silent, it feels dangerous.
Forbidden.
I like cloudy days.
I like the night.
When the world dies, and is reborn a new,
I am able to love myself. I am able to be myself in peace.
My true nature is released.
Change takes place.
I learn more, I grow faster.
I think I am a nocturnal being.
I think I was meant to live in the wind.
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